(Tag: I Hate a Mystery)
The silence is the worst part of the whole thing. He could live with the public's low opinion of him, could deal with their looks. But no one talking to him was sure to drive him crazy.
As he sits by himself in the Mess tent, watching Trapper laugh and talk with Henry and the nurses, he feels his mood slip further. And, as another sly, contemplative look is sent his way, something snaps within him and he resolves to do something to clear his own name, since it seems no one else will.